Third Person POV
Francine took a moment or two to get a hold of her new body.
It was always disorienting—the switch, the reawakening—but this time, it was worth the wait. She had to give it to the Gorgon: she knew how to pick them.
This new body was going to be useful.
Curves in all the right places. Petite. Flexible. Innocent on the outside, but strong where it counted. A vessel born to deceive, to lure, and ultimately destroy. Francine rolled her shoulders, admiring the way the borrowed flesh moved with ease, muscle and sinew obeying her will now.
She was going to use it—good and proper.
It had been twenty-one years. Two. Whole. Decades. Trapped inside that cursed dagger. Nothing but shadows and silence for years on end, while the world outside moved on. While they forgot her. Mock
